Emergency assistance in treatment centers
(Olivia’s POV)
Derek’s gaze darkened, his expression one of hurt as I pulled my hand away.
“Don’t touch me,” I said coldly. “If you want me to save Oliver, stay out of my way.”
I no longer cared for Derek’s feelings. I turned and walked into the treatment room, leaving his wounded expression behind. My only concern now was for my patient – not my son, but my patient.
